S&M pheromones...and a trip to the west coast
Driving alongside the lake, dogs in tow, I was passed by a gentleman of a certain age, driving a convertible of a certain price range, with a license plate that read:
I BEG 4 IT
Never have I been more tempted to pull up next to someone and toss them one of my fetish business cards.
This reminds me of the time I was wandering around Chapters (the Canadian version of Barnes and Noble), in typical 'off work' fashion (messy hair, no make up, geek grrl glasses). I also happened to be wearing a t shirt that reads "Miss Behave".
A grinning, dapper fellow in his seventies approached me and asked, with a mischievous grin, "So Miss - do you want to make me behave?". I laughed and said it was certainly possible, and bandied something back about 'Did he commonly approach strange women and ask to be disciplined?', to which he replied 'Only ones I think will understand what I mean..'. I gave him my web address, and he turned up two weeks later, wearing his own set of custom crafted ball weights.
It's funny the cues that those of us who play pick up on, or give off.
On my recent train trip to Boston, I ended up being approached by the world's most annoying submissive, who proceeded to pester the living crap out of me until the nice train conductor finally told him to beat it, or he'd beat him.
Said subby responded with "Oooh, a duo. THAT I'd really enjoy".
Sometimes I think I give off Domina pheromones, which is odd, because in civvies I'm the least Domme looking person around.
It guess it really is more about the attitude than it is about the clothes...
ps: I think I'm going to Las Vegas the end of June, with maybe a swing trip into LA afterwards. Whee, west coast debauchery, here I come!